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 Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 3:56 pm
The phone rings several long moments before the machine picks up. With a click, a deep, somber voice begins the traditional message. "You've reached the answering machine of Doctor Thomas Light. I'm either out for the day or buried in a project. Leave a message and I will get back to you when I can." A loud beep is followed by silence as the machine begins it's recording. (( Perhaps you've seen the advertisements or maybe you simply just wished to leave a friendly little hello for the Good Doctor. Whatever the case, feel free to post your messages here. ))
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 4:03 pm
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about this guy on the traditional or chocolate milk....but that one on the strawberry milk? I know where he is. Or, well I know the condition he's in. He's dead. -Quite- dead. Offline, whatever it is you want to call a robot. You see, he happened to get in the way of something I had aimed at the not so good doctor and...well he wasn't looking so good after taking a rocket to the face. I would say I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm not. Your 'boy', as you put it, was the lapdog of Wily. I have no time for pity for the likes of him. Or you either."Flashover hung up the phone, tossing the empty carton of milk over his shoulder into a trashcan. Hrmph, seriously, who cared how Proto was doing. -------- Dead. Light failed to hear the remainder of the message as the reciever slid from his hands. Dead. He'd lost him again. Although he hadn't seen Blues since that dreadful day, he'd heard rumors and seen images of the new general of Wily's army. Even if he was under Wily's leadership now, it had given Light hope that he was alive. But now... The small flutter of hope that had filled the aching hole left by his first son's death was snuffed out by that single cruel offhanded comment. A choked sob escaped the good doctor as a wave of grief racked him once again. Light sunk to the floor next to the phone. There would be no new bots born of grief this time. He simply wished to lay there and drowned in it.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 6:12 am
"Dear Light,
I have your sons.
They hate you.
- Love, Wily"
----- Light stared numbly at the machine as the red led flashed once more. Perhaps his other sons were calling. He had to break the news to them. Better him than some ignorant citizen rejoicing in the death of their brother. The doctor picked up the reciever to listen to the new message. His blood ran cold as Wily's voice came over the line. Impossible! A sudden flash of rage swept over Light. This man who had taken everything from him now, who had killed the one he loved, made him an outcast, who had ordered the death of his son, and gotten him killed a second time, now claimed to have his other boys. He would not get away with this. Enraged, he started to slam down the reciever when he heard the beginnings of a second message play.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 4:57 pm
There was silence before a tenor sounding voice echoed, " Uh yeah, I just wanna say that you got a good kid in your son. The red one. He helped me out a few days back. Uh yeah, that's all." the person hung up. Seven stepped back from the payphone with a nod, he looked down at the discarded milk carton in the trashcan. Then walked away to figure out what to do next about his damn apartment. ---- A single tear slid down Light's cheek as he listened to the message. The boy was right. Blues had been a wonderful boy. A fresh wave of guilt nearly brought Light to his knees as he recalled what he had done to that innocent young bot. He'd sent him to undo the wrong that he himself had wrought by helping to create those bots. This was Light's war. He should be the one to fight for it. To die for it. Gently setting down the reciever, Light walked to his lab. He wasn't sure what he'd do, but he must do something.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 7:28 am
The answering machine had picked up once more, and for a moment it seemed that whoever had called to leave a message had thought better of it. Silence filled the air after the beep, perhaps they had hung up?
Silence a moment longer...and then a tune filled the emptiness. One that Light was painfully familiar with.---- A clamor erupted from the lab as Light dropped what he was doing and rushed to get back to the phone. His voice sounded raw with pain as the small fire of hope ignited once more. "Blues?" he whispered into the phone, hoping the caller had not yet hung up. ---- The last notes of his song quickly cut off, the caller surprised by the voice whispering into the phone. s**t. -s**t-. He should hang up. He should just hang the hell up and forget this. What was he doing?!
"....Father?"
The voice that met the whispered one was metallic, wrought with it's own pain and the endless abandonment he felt with everyone around him. But...mostly from the one who he found himself conversing with.----
"You're...alive." His voice nearly broke as relief washed through him. Eyes wet with fresh tears, Light struggled to think of more to say. His son was alive and had even sought him out after all Light had done to him. Worried Proto would hang up any minute, he rushed out the message he had been dying to send his first son since that tragic day. "I'm so...sorry, my boy, for everything."---- WHAT WAS HE DOING?! He had to hang up. He needed to hang up. Maybe if he did and went back to apologize to Wily he could get his repairs finished and he'd be fine. But....honestly...he simply didn't trust Wily with these repairs. And he couldn't do them himself. As scary as a thought this was, he needed his memory banks fixed. ...Unfortunately the best one suited for the job was the Audio he was currently on the phone with. The same one who had abandoned him to the City's whims.
"I....need help."
His voice broke, the First Son of Light sounded like little more than a scared child.
"...Please, help me?"----- The silence stretched as Light stood stunned for a long moment. His son wanted help? His help? "O-of course! Can you come here? Perhaps I could send someone.." the doctor trailed off as he tried to discern the best way to get to his son without getting either of them killed. Most members of the resistance were out but perhaps a few would listen to his request to retrieve the general of Wily's army unharmed.
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